It seemed remarkably small to be as important as she thought it might be. Maybe Livingston was a miser along with being a jerk. “It was in the wall?” Ray nodded. “Behind the wallboard.” “How could it get there?” He shrugged. “Got me. Maybe somebody hid it there. Or maybe it was dropped there by accident. I don’t know when this place was renovated last.” “And you think it’s the keepsake?” He ran his hand through his hair, leaving a smear of gray dust on his forehead. “I don’t know. Could be. I mean, it fits my idea of a love token.” “Yeah, mine too, sort of.” She dropped down on the ancient couch in the storeroom, staring at the locket. “I can’t open it,” he said. “My hands are too dirty and my fingers are too big. You want to try?” She nodded, wiping her damp palms on her thighs.
